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Yo - who hold and rock ice bigger than life;
Got bitches throwin drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I kids, push whips, piss an mc
Love money like I my moms
Love my com sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall I got hardwood floors
Set sail for ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are the same hoes who used to be mine

And I've been waitin summers to rhyme longside my people
Rico, de la, inject you the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was
Then put that drink down, you off what you sippin
Catash put the dip in dip dive
Fuck around me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized

Yo you better and try to analyze this
Hand over fist - how can a man act a bitch?
Change and switch, snitch on his
Yo get rid of the before the same thing happen to you

And they'll leave your ass sticky like
Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops out
Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez
Smugglin these cuts from s.c., you be-
-lieve there's no web or a net
We swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo

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What you about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about weak, what's tight?
And what you know an off night? (uhh)
What you know niggaz frontin for the light?
And what you about them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga duckin them girls show fright
you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm without delilah, the soul survivor
The driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake
it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol
My telly's a desert for all the fuckin shots I called
My niggaz gotta ball, never for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' like two breasts
Step into my office cause it's for you to roll somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you somethin

Yo these style I should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I it
They what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They librarian keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me the name
So the mic so I can put in my share
I rip it home to l.a.
With connectin flights to rip it

Drinkin up black & tan in the of a van
I learned as a young man - long trip, in a can
a house for two grand, now you got your own land
Let mind expand, everyday have a plan
Ro-gram is earth, swingin black tarzan
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo'
Stay young like peter pan, sly, take a stand
And go saturday night like ichiban

I keep it dirty like the bed (dirty)
like uncle red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty likwit flow thicker than the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, my dirty work
Expert, to regulate my network
Head jerk, spice it rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the grits say e-swift did it

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And been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
punch you in your grill and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin songs? spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the
I did a tour in ninety-four with de la soul and
We on the same vibe, real niggaz coincide
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see songs like is why this album goin classic

This is for the dj, bring it one time
I drop bombs like my moms told me to rhyme
I'm - old like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', plug won - who the

Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage niggaz like gladys
Them little pips, done tripped the wire
Blamin they legs, I'm claimin these tunes
In this we'll stay down like seats found in bathrooms

Yeah - we out classic, seperate the real from the plastic
And I say no names
no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or fuck it all up, the blame
Brand name fresh out the box hustle
Manpower is mind over muscle
Grind til the fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to
Nailed to the it's time to return
My only concern is makin that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, to the ground, trick-ass niggaz
Is all up in the game and deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick
De la, xzibit and tha liks to get that
And what you know about us ya
And leavin you with half a like the phantom of the opera?

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Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)
Ah you know about my writes? (my writes)

You got the right to shut the fuck up!